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Blind Dates and Fairytales

Summary: When your best friend sets you up on a blind date you had no idea it was going to turn out like this.

Pairing: Kun x Female!Reader {Blind Date!AU + Royalty!AU}

Genre: a generous helping of fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Warnings: none

Word Count: 7.9K

Note: a couple friends and I decided to make Kun Day the 18th of June but we didn’t finish our fics so we rescheduled to the 29th, low and behold, I’m still late. Sorry Kun :( also, I’ll edit this later on when I re-read it.

The noise of the city never fails to make you cringe. Loud horns, the awful smell of car exhaust, children crying, people talking, walking, and bumping into you every which way you turn, and many other undesirable instances were an instant reminder as to why you barely came here. The only reason you were here was because of a date, a blind date to be specific.

It wasn’t often that you went on dates, not since the last disaster that left you down in the dumps for months, but your best friend insisted that if you went on this date, it would be the last time she tried to hook you up with someone so you reluctantly agreed.

The date hadn’t even started and you were already regretting your decision.

There you were, standing outside the bright pink coffee and cake shop that stuck out like a sore thumb squished in between two rather drab, dull grey buildings that you were supposed to meet your date at. You told him what you’d be wearing since you both had no idea what the other looked like.

The colourful sundress you donned was hard to miss with its vibrant orange, pink, and blue patterns standing out boldly against a white background. You had been eyeing the dress in a store window for months now and it miraculously hadn’t been sold yet so this date was the perfect excuse to splurge.

When you first got to the shop and went inside, he hadn’t arrived yet so you decided to go back outside just in case he missed you. The time on your watch told you that he was already almost fifteen minutes late, and nothing peeved you more than tardiness. At the back of your mind there was the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, he stood you up, and that was enough to send your mind into a mini panic and question every single thing.

A gust of wind had you wishing that you’d worn something different as you tugged at your sundress self-consciously, ensuring that you didn’t have a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of all these people. You fidgeted anxiously as more time passed by, a thousand thoughts flitting through your mind. What if you weren’t his type? What if he found you hideous? What if? What if? What if? The thoughts were starting to make your head spin, making you sway a little on your feet. Before you could steady yourself properly, a particularly hard push from a passer-by had you tumbling forward, you closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for the impact but it never came.

A pair of hands grasping onto your arms brought you back into the upright position, and instinctively your hands latched onto the person holding you.

“Are you okay?” a voice smooth like honey murmured close to your ear.

You cracked your eyes open just a bit and nodded, still a bit shocked. The events of the last minute or so finally caught up in your mind and had your face burning up in embarrassment.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” you gasped, letting go of the stranger. You didn’t even have the gall to look up at the person, you were so mortified. “Thank you so much!” you told him quickly and got ready to bolt. His hand on your wrist stopped you from getting too far though.

“Should I take this as outright rejection?” he asked, and you could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Wha-what?” you stuttered in confusion, finally looking up at the person.

“Y/n right?” he asked, the charming smile still fixed on his face. “I’m Kun.”

You were incapable of forming a coherent response, the boy was beautiful, with sparkling eyes and a kind smile that made you regret making a fool of yourself in front of him even more. You nodded again, mutely.

“Ah! I’m sorry for being late, I know I probably made a bad first impression,” he told you, his smile dimming a bit and it had you wanting to apologise instead.

“Oh! No you didn’t! Thank you for saving me by the way,” you were still blushing furiously, and you were pretty sure no one would be able to tell the difference between your face and a ripe tomato by now.

“No need to thank me, I hope you’re okay, you looked a bit dazed when I saw you, coming down the street,” he said looking at you.

You remembered then just why the entire incident happened in the first place, thinking that he had stood you up. “I’m fine now,” you smiled at him. You made a mental note to give your friend props for this date later, he was way better than any of the guys she had tried to set you up with before.

“Good, so does this mean we can still have that date?” he asked, and the hopeful look on his face made it very hard to refuse him.

So, you didn’t.

“Of course, I didn’t come all this way and almost became sidewalk-kill for nothing,” you laughed a little.

He laughed hearing your made-up word, “Sorry again for being late, I had a, uh, meeting, I couldn’t get out of on time.”

You rose an eyebrow at his explanation but let it slide for now. He led you inside the shop, perfectly gentlemanly, he even pulled out your chair for you as if you were at some fancy restaurant.

“You look beautiful,” he drops the compliment so casually that you almost didn’t catch it as you sat down.

You blushed again at this, Kun seemed to be good at making you blush you realized, “Thank you, it’s the dress.”

“The dress is beautiful but it’s definitely you,” he responds, and you see the scattering of pink starting to dust his cheeks as well as he looked down at his menu.

It was adorable.

All of a sudden, the cake shop seemed to be not busy at all like it was earlier, you frowned noticing that it was actually empty, it was just you and Kun and the staff, but you didn’t think much of it. You glanced across the table at your date, and observed his slightly dishevelled appearance, as though he was in a hurry. Dishevelled, but by no means frumpy. His clothes looked expensive but effortless, like he just walked right out of a high fashion magazine editorial. You could definitely appreciate a man that dressed well.

“What is it?” he asked when he looked up and caught your eye.

He looked so genuinely concerned and…cute, it turned your insides into mush.

“Did you run all the way here?” you giggled, and you didn’t miss the slight pink tint to his cheeks at this.

“I… maybe? Is it obvious?” he looked like a deer in highlights, giving himself a once over.

You couldn’t help it but laugh, he was just too cute. “No, no! But did you really?”

“I was already late, I felt so bad about keeping you waiting,” he sighed, patting down his blazer self-consciously.

“Kun, really, it’s okay, and you look great,” you told him with a smile, and resumed reading through the menu hoping he didn’t see the blush once again on your cheeks, it wasn’t often that you gave compliments so easily.

Kun put his menu down and looked at you as you read, taking note of the little details, like how the sunlight hit your hair making it look lighter than it was, and how it illuminated the right side of your face, highlighting the softness of your features, and especially the way your eyelashes brushed tenderly against the very tops of your cheekbones. He wondered how he got so lucky.

You felt his eyes on you but you were too shy to look up so you kept your eyes downcast, focused on the menu even though you barely read anything at all.

It was only when the waitress came over and asked to take both of your orders that you realized you had no idea what you wanted, and you were about you embarrass yourself in front of this very handsome guy…again.

“Do you know what you want to order?” you asked first to get the attention off of yourself. You looked up at Kun and caught him looking away quickly, towards the waitress.

“Coffee cake for me, and you?” he asked, directing his attention once again to you.

You glanced back down at the menu trying to read through it quickly, but there was just too much on it. “Um…I like mangoes?”

There was a moment of silence before both the waitress and Kun burst out laughing, and you couldn’t help your own laughter. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t get to look through the menu properly.”

The waitress smiled and nodded at you, giving you a few suggestions. Your eyes lit up at the mention of mango cheesecake, it was the first time you heard about it and you were pretty sure it would be delicious. Kun laughed seeing your gleeful expression, “I’m guessing that’s the one?” he asked, and you nodded excitedly.

“So, a coffee cake and a mango cheesecake, coming right up,” the waitress smiled and headed back to get your order.

“I love cheesecake, and mangoes, I’m sure this is going to be good,” you all but squealed.

Kun grinned, “You’re so beautiful when you smile,” he let the words slip out before he could stop them.

“T-thank you,” you blushed, unable to help the smile from growing even wider on your face.

“I mean, that’s not saying you aren’t beautiful otherwise, because you are,” he corrected himself quickly, but he didn’t even need to.

You shook your head, “I think I’m glad I agreed to come on this date after all.”

“I’m glad you did too,” he said, giving you that heart-fluttering smile again.

After your order was brought over, you and Kun managed to get to know more about each other. This was a surprising development for you since you were usually very standoffish when it came to blind dates, or set-ups on the whole. The thought of other people having to set you up on a date left a bitter aftertaste so you were usually not too fond of them.

You found the conversation flowing so easily with Kun, telling him all about your new field of study for your Master’s degree that you’d just begun, and him telling you all about a new job he started, spearheading a charity for children in need. Immediately you knew why you were so drawn to this kind-hearted guy, as he spoke with a tenderness and passion for what he was doing. It was rare to find people like this anymore.

The charity was incidentally where he met your best friend, as she was doing catering for the event. He told you that he saw you when you called her, and your photo showed up on her phone. He mentioned that you were pretty and she instantly jumped at the chance to set you two up. You laughed at that, it sounded just like her, you weren’t even surprised. The more he spoke, the more you found yourself captivated by him. You were so glad you didn’t leave earlier when he was late.

“Are you sure you don’t want to taste the cheesecake? It’s really good, I swear,” you grinned, asking him for the fifth time. It really was good, so good that you’d probably even consider coming back to the city for it.

After a few seconds of a stare down between you and him, Kun burst into laughter, “Fine, I accept defeat, I’ll try the cheesecake, if I die it’s on you,” he teased.

“Wow, dramatic much?” you asked, shifting your plate over to him.

You waited patiently for his response after he tasted it, “Sooo?”

Kun heaved a sigh, “It’s…fantastic actually, you don’t have such bad taste after all,” he grinned.

“I told you,” you smirked, “I’ll have you know that my taste is impeccable.”

“Well you’re here with me,” Kun grinned.

“Oh my God! You sound like my friend Yuta, don’t ever do that again,” you groaned, thinking about the smiley boy and his greasy pickup lines.

The conversation resumed its light-hearted tone until he got a phone call that he had to take concerning work.

He came back and smiled apologetically at you. “I’m really really sorry about this y/n, but I have to go, it’s an emergency, and I know this might be overstepping but can I at least ask for a second date?” he asked.

You nodded, there was really no reason to refuse him, he was the perfect date, and despite it being a blind date, you were extremely happy that it turned out to be him. You both exchanged numbers and he offered you a ride home, which you refused because you were heading back to your campus to do some extra work before heading home. He reluctantly agreed after asking you several more times if you were sure you didn’t need a ride.

“Isn’t it weird that no one came in here while we were here?” you asked him casually as you walked to the door.

He visibly stiffened at your words but you shrugged it off until another man, in a full black outfit, burst through the door. He would have knocked right into you if Kun didn’t pull you out of the way.

“Your Highness! We need to go!” the man said hurriedly, seemingly not even noticing you were there.

You froze, before moving from behind Kun and standing beside him, wondering just who the man was talking to.

“Your Highness?” you asked, completely confused, “What is happening here?”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” the man muttered, bowing his head in Kun’s direction.

The entire exchange was baffling and you were starting to feel a little boxed in by all the questions that suddenly arose in your head.

“Junhui please, just give me a moment,” Kun said to the man before turning to face you.

“Kun?” you looked at him, your face a mask of confusion.

“Y/n, I know this is a bit…odd, I didn’t intend for this to happen,” his hand came up to the nape of his neck, rubbing it nervously, “Actually, I was hoping this didn’t happen at all.”

“W-what are you saying? Just explain it properly to me please,” your words came out a bit more harshly than you intended but it was too late to reconsider.

“This is Junhui…my friend,” Kun responded with a nervous smile. “The ‘Your Highness’ thing is a longstanding joke,” he laughed hesitantly.

You stared at him and the other guy suspiciously, he didn’t seem to be too much older than Kun but it was still perplexing. “Do you work together then?” you asked.

“We do…which is why I said I was hoping this didn’t happen, he’s so weird I didn’t want you to meet him on our first date,” Kun laughed, and you noted that this laugh was much less fake than the last one, leading you to believe him.

“I can see that…” you mumbled more to yourself than anything, giving the guy another glance, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you Junhui.”

“Likewise,” the man responded, and you were almost certain he didn’t mean that at all. He didn’t even crack a smile, before turning towards Kun and addressing him, “We need to go now, it’s important.”

“Ah yes! Y/n, so I’ll be seeing you soon again right?” Kun asked giving you his full attention again, that bright, hopeful look in his eyes couldn’t be refused, and you nodded in confirmation.

He beamed at you, “I’ll call you!” he grinned as Junhui practically pushed him out the door.

You stood there staring at the spot he’d just been and laughed to yourself. What a strange encounter, but it could be overlooked because this was the best time you’d had in a long time. Speaking of which, you were sure that your best friend was also dying to hear how the date went so you dialled her number as you walked out of the shop, heading for the train station.

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The next time you see Kun you’re wearing another dress, this time it’s a pretty sky blue with pastel flowers on it. It’s beautiful, and way dressier, and way more expensive than anything you’ve ever owned. It arrived at your door a few days after your first date with him, along with an apology note from him for having to leave so soon on your first date.

You tried to return it because there was no way you could accept such an extravagant present, especially from someone you only went out with once, but there was no return address. Now that you think of it, you’re not even sure how Kun got your address in the first place.

A shiny black car pulls up outside your apartment, and you don’t know much about cars but you know for sure that this one is expensive. When Kun gets out of the driver’s side and sees you, he looks completely awestruck.

“How does it look?” you asked, twirling around.

“You are absolutely stunning,” he tells you as he opens the door for you.

It’s hard to keep the smile off your face after that. You thank him and repay the compliment because he does look quite dashing in his navy suit.

The date this time was to a charity ball where all the proceeds would go to the charity Kun was spearheading. It was the first time you had ever been to a ball of any sort so the nerves were inevitable. Kun assured you that it wasn’t a big deal but the moment you step out of the car and take his hand, you know otherwise.

The daunting building stood tall in front of you, probably at least eighty floors up, the top wasn’t even visible from where you stood. The place was sleek and elegant but intimidating and suddenly your dainty floral gown seemed way too soft for a place like this. Men in sharp business suits, and women enveloped in designer dresses glided out of posh cars and into the building, exuding an air of untouchability. Looking at them you felt extremely out of place, but Kun gave you a reassuring smile that somewhat eased your jitters. He offered his arm to you and led you inside the lavish hotel.

Not a big deal. That’s what he said. If scoffing wasn’t rude you would have. “Not a big deal,” was the understatement of the year if anyone asked you. The scene behind the ballroom doors was far beyond anything you’d ever imagined. Sure, you had never been to a charity ball before but with the kind of money they probably spent to organize this event, you were certain they could have just donated that and the charity would be thriving forever.

Stacks of champagne flutes decorated the bar area, and giant floral centrepieces adorned each table, speaking of the tables, there was no silverware, but gold, yes, goldware. You passed by another group of people, all of whom wanted to speak with Kun so you politely excused yourself for a minute just to look around. You found yourself standing by a table with a giant glass sculpture on it, the craftsmanship was impeccable if you say so yourself.

As an architecture student you could appreciate a good piece of work, that was until you noticed the sculpture was…leaking, or so it seemed to be. You leaned in closer to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. Hesitantly, you reached out and touched the base of it and gasped.

“It’s made of ice,” came a voice from next to you, making you snatch your hand back quickly.

They had a freaking ten-foot-tall ice sculpture. Why were you even surprised at this point?

You looked at the boy standing next to you, he was definitely younger but radiated that same air of richness that most of the other occupants of the room did. “I see…” you muttered.

“You’re here with Kun aren’t you?” he asked with a mischievous smile that you couldn’t help but smile back at.

“I am, he was whisked away by some other people earlier,” you answered. “And you are?”

“I’m Pr—I’m Chenle, it’s nice to meet you,” he smiled again despite his falter.

You narrowed your eyes a little at him but nodded, “I’m y/n.”

Somehow you managed to get caught up in a conversation with Chenle who seemed much warmer than the vast majority of guests. He wanted to know all about your relationship with Kun, which seemed a little suspicious but you soon realized why.

“I’m not sure I mentioned it before,” Chenle grinned at you, “But, I’m Kun’s little brother.”

“You…what?” your eyes widened. You’d just spilled all about how much you liked Kun and hoped that things would progress with him, to his little brother.

“Oh God, please don’t tell Kun what I told you,” you groaned.

“Tell me what?” Kun asked walking up next to you.

“Nothing,” both you and Chenle replied a little too quickly, earning you both a suspicious look from the man in question.

“I hope you’re not scaring away my date, little brother,” Kun mock glared at Chenle who just grinned at him.

“Maybe you shouldn’t leave your date alone,” Chenle shrugged, “Also, ask her to dance,” he told Kun as he passed by him, taking his leave.

Kun glanced at you and blushed a little, “So would you…like to dance?” he asked.

“Sure,” you smiled taking his hand.

It would be a waste to come to a ball and not dance. You would never admit it but being there in that dress, with Kun, felt pretty much like all your childhood fantasies of being a princess were coming true.

Those ballroom dancing classes you took in your first two years of college were really paying off right about now. Kun, as with most other things, was also a phenomenal ballroom dancer, he never once stepped on your toes or missed a beat.

You looked up at him and your heartbeat immediately sped up, “This feels like a fairytale,” you whispered more to yourself than anything, but he heard it and smiled.

“I’m glad, maybe it can be more than a one-time thing?” he asked hopefully.

“Are you asking me out on another date?” you asked with a teasing smile.

“I’m asking you out on an indefinite number of dates,” he said, twirling you around.

The smile on your face was so bright it was impossible to dim it. “I accept.”

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It had been five months since the ball.

Five months since you and Kun had been dating. Despite both of your busy schedules you managed to make it work, and it sometimes scared you how much you had fallen for him. It was hard not to with his sweet smile and kind personality. He brought calm into your hectic life, and you both had a lot in common so it was easy to communicate which was a definite bonus.

From museum dates, to cooking nights in at your place (he cooked, you ate), to picnics in the park, it was like you said, a fairytale.

But that’s the thing about fairytales, they don’t always have happy endings.

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You glanced down at the phone in your hand again just in case you missed a call or message notifying you that he’d be late but there was nothing. You were at the coffee shop where you two were supposed to meet forty minutes ago, sipping on a latte that you had no appetite for anymore. It took fifteen more minutes before Kun came rushing over, completely dishevelled and breathing heavily like he’d just ran a marathon, apologies tumbling from his mouth when he caught his breath.

“Are you okay?” you frowned handing him a napkin to wipe the perspiration glistening on his face.

He nodded, “I’m so sorry y/n, but something came up that I couldn’t avoid,” he apologized again.

“It always does,” you mumbled under your breath.

When you looked back at him, the guilt was written all over his face. It made you uneasy, this wasn’t the first time Kun was late to your dates but it had been happening even more frequently in the last two months. You always brushed it off however everyone has a limit, and you at least deserved to know what exactly kept him coming late to dates and then rushing off with no explanation.

“What’s going on Kun?” you sighed, running your fingertip along the rim off your coffee cup.

He looked at you questioningly like he truly didn’t understand what you were saying, and it just made you more agitated than you already were. You felt bad on top of that because he really was so sweet, it felt like kicking a puppy to be angry with him.

“This is the fifth time in three weeks that you’ve been late to our dates, not counting the other times we’ve made plans and you cancelled at the last minute, or the fact that you keep leaving abruptly,” you told him, laying it all out for him.

“Oh…” Kun looked at you, and the guilt was still so openly present on his face that your heart sunk, automatically thinking the worst.

“What is it? Are you seeing someone else?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“What? No! I’m not! Y/n I would never, it’s complicated,” he told you quickly, “I can’t explain it, it’s just—”

“Just what? We’ve been seeing each other for months now, I thought we were at the point where we could tell each other these things,” you frowned, looking down at the liquid in your cup which was surely cold now.

He sighed and reached for your hand that was on the table but out of reflex you pulled it back. You winced when you saw him flinch at that but you didn’t say anything.

“Y/n please, I promise there’s nothing going on between me and anyone else, it’s just work is really busy,” Kun said trying to catch your eye.

You looked at him and saw the way his eyes pleaded with you to believe him, and you did, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hiding something. It was all too suspicious.

“I believe you but apart from the charity, I have no idea what you do for a job Kun, and I was so caught up in you that I only realized that recently,” you took a deep breath before continuing, “I barely know anything about you, aside from Chenle being your brother you’ve never mentioned your parents or friends, you say your job is what takes you away from our dates, but what job needs you at 10pm that you have to drop everything and go?”

“It’s really complicated y/n, I want to tell you everything but I can’t right now, just please have faith in me,” Kun sighed looking defeated as ever, and it was the first time you didn’t feel the need to just drop it all and forgive him.

“Well in that case, give me a call when you can,” you told him as you got up and grabbed your purse, making a beeline for the door.

Kun looked bewildered for a few seconds before getting up and dashing out after you. He caught your wrist easily, “Y/n wait! What does that mean?”

You shook his hold off without much effort, “It means I can’t be with you if you’re keeping secrets from me Kun, I just can’t do this anymore,” you turned away before you could tear up in the middle of the street and hurried towards the subway station.

He didn’t try to stop you, and if you’d looked back you would have seen the completely broken look on his face as well.

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After that day you threw yourself into your work so heavily that you barely had time for anything else, you were heart broken, and you acknowledged it which made it somewhat easier to handle. You did what you had to, to make yourself okay again, and right now that was focusing on your career.

Two months flew by so quickly you almost didn’t realize it. The second draft of your thesis was completed and submitted, soon you would have that Master’s Degree in your hands and you could almost see the finish line now.

Your work had somehow managed to catch the eye of some very rich people who requested that you to look over their mansion. They wanted to build a new wing for their son apparently, and the architectural firm you worked for told you they personally requested you. It was strange considering your portfolio was fairly empty compared to other architects at your firm but you decided not to question your sudden stroke of good luck.

Thanks to this venture, you had a two-week trip to a little-known country, - to be completely honest, you hadn’t heard of it at all before this-, where your clients lived. You were booked on a free first-class seat, and you had three different blueprints all mapped out with you. Keeping yourself busy these past two months had really paid off, and though you were still hurt that Kun didn’t even try to contact you after that day, your progress as a result of that was noteworthy.

You lifted the window shade excitedly when the flight attendant announced that you would be landing soon but you were unprepared for the sights below. There was lush greenery everywhere, and beautiful cottage styled houses, looking like something out of a storybook decorating the area around the airport that you could see.

Your mind vaguely wondered how you could’ve possibly not heard about this place before. With the way it looked you were shocked that it wasn’t a popular tourist destination. There was a big sign as you entered the airport with the words “Welcome to Fiorian,” on it, and for some reason it made you smile.

The entire atmosphere in Fiorian was lighter and more jovial, the people were friendly, even the immigration officers were cheerful, and the weather was just perfect, sunny but not too hot or humid. There was a car waiting for you upon arrival and as it whizzed through the town you looked out the window at the picturesque scenery. You asked the driver if everywhere was like this, and he confirmed with a gentle smile that it most certainly was.

The storybook town soon dwindled away and you were now traveling through fields of lavender that went on for miles, the sight was absolutely breath-taking. Even with the windows up, the calming scent of lavender perfumed the entire car, making your entire being feel more at ease. Soon you could see the silhouette of a house, no, a mansion, a sprawling cobblestone mansion that looked like it’d been there for years but no less beautiful than the day it was built. You pressed your face against the window, staring completely captivated by the beautiful place that looked more like a palace than a house.

“This is where you’ll be staying ma’am,” the driver notified you as the car stopped in front of the grand doors.

You looked at him flabbergasted, unable to form a coherent sentence, “W-what? This? My clients?”

The driver laughed at your stunned face, “Yes dear, your clients live here, and you will be staying here with them for the next two weeks.”

Before you could say another word, the door was opened for you causing you to nearly fall face first onto the ground, but a pair of hands caught you just in time. You gasped, and thanked the person, righting yourself before stepping out of the vehicle as gracefully as you could have that mishap.

“It’s my fault.”

Looking up you found yourself gazing into a pair of all too familiar pair of brown eyes. You stumbled backwards in shock, your mouth unable to form words for the second time in the span of no more than three minutes. His hand came up to your shoulder gently, it was a gesture of comfort that you remember instantly, it hadn’t been that long after all.

“Kun…” you whispered when you finally found your voice again.

“It’s me,” he smiled that perfect smile that hand your knees weak and your hands shaking.

“W-what are you doing here?” you asked bewildered.

“I live here,” he answered, as though it was the most casual thing in the world.

“No, you must be mistaken, or I must be mistaken, I’m here for work, my clients are supposed to be living here,” you rambled on like you normally did when nervous.

Kun noticed instantly and frowned, “Y/n, calm down,” he said softly.

Before you could respond, another familiar voice came from somewhere in the distance, “Your Highness!”

You stared blankly at the man in all black again, as he ran up to both you and Kun. “Not this again.”

Kun ran a hand over his face in clear frustration, making the other man mumble a couple apologies which Kun waved off.

“Junhui…it’s nice to meet you again,” you addressed the other man.

He nodded at you, once again straight-faced. It was like deja-vu.

“Will someone please explain to me what is happening here,” you gritted out, the frustration getting the better of you.

“Let’s go inside first y/n, you’re a guest and I’m sure my parents won’t be happy to know I have you standing out here in the sun,” Kun told you.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know what’s going on,” you insisted. It might have sounded bratty but this time you were getting an explanation.

Kun stared at you, not saying anything for a few minutes.

Another familiar face soon showed up, “Y/n! It’s been awhile,” Chenle smiled brightly at you.

“It has, it’s nice to see you Chenle, since your brother seems to have gone mute, would you like to tell me what’s going on?” you raised an eyebrow at the younger boy.

Chenle snorted and ignored his brother who was signalling for him to not speak, “Well, we needed another wing built, for me of course, and Kun here told our parents that there was no one better for the job than you, so here you are,” he grinned.

“That’s it, I’m leaving,” you turned to go back to the car but it was no longer there, or anywhere in sight.

Chenle stifled his laughter and whined when his brother hit him on the arm.

“Y/n, please come inside, regardless of what you think of me I know you’ll do a good job, I’ve seen your work,” Kun sighed.

“Fine, but I demand a proper explanation,” you glared at the three men standing in front of you.

Chenle looked between you and Kun and muttered a “Good luck,” to his brother before hightailing it back inside.

Junhui shuffled to your side and took your bags before you could say another word and was already half way to the door before you and Kun followed after him.

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Kun showed you to your room which was in the east wing of the mansion. It was massive, with billowing curtains and a king sized four poster bed, adorned with silk sheets and plush cushions. You knew Kun was rich, but this was far beyond anything you ever thought, the house was big enough to get lost in, you could easily live here and not ever see the other inhabitants of the place if you didn’t want to. That thought was comforting since you had no inclination to see Kun after today.

“I’ll leave you to settle in,” he said heading back towards the door.

Despite your bitter feelings towards him, your curiosity and hurt feelings still got the better of you. “Kun wait!” he stopped in his tracks and his hand fell from where it was on the doorknob.

“Please tell me the truth,” your voice sounded way smaller than you knew it to be, in that moment you felt so vulnerable you knew one wrong move and all the pent-up feelings would come rushing out.

“About what?” he asked, turning to face you.

“About everything,” you gestured around the room, “This place is no ordinary house, I saw the coat of arms on the first floor, and the paintings, your disappearing acts, Junhui following you everywhere, you never being able to tell me what was really wrong, I hate being kept in the dark like this,” you voice choked up at the end and you had to sit down on the bed to try to keep it together. The last thing you wanted to do was start crying in front of your ex turned client.

Kun took a deep breath, he reached his hand out to touch your face but let it drop back to his side before he could. He sat next to you on the bed and really looked at you, he felt the guilt rise up in his throat nearly choking him as he realized just how beaten down you were, and it was all his fault. He thought you were doing well after you two parted ways, which is why he didn’t try to contact you after. He had a few of his associates make sure that you were okay and doing well, and all reports came back stating you were fine and just very busy with your job and school. He saw now that it wasn’t the case.

“I’m sorry,” he told you softly, his hand came up again and this time pulled you into his arms. “For everything,” he mumbled against your hair.

And that was all it took for you to completely break down. All of the anger, frustration, and sadness that you kept at bay for the past few months came pouring out as you sobbed into his chest.

Kun didn’t say anything, he held you close and rubbed your back and caressed your hair letting you cry it all out, and that was what you needed right now. He always knew what you needed, and that thought made you sob even harder.

When you finally calmed down you pulled back from his chest and apologized, it was a moment of weakness but you did have to keep in mind that he was your client, no longer your boyfriend.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, I’m the one that owes you an explanation,” Kun said wiping the tear tracks under your eyes gently.

He took a deep breath before beginning, “There’s really no way for me to say this other than bluntly…”

You looked at him expectantly, prompting him to continue.

“I’m a Prince,” Kun blurted out.

You blinked, once, then twice, then a couple more times.

A Prince? Is that what he said? You wondered to yourself before bursting into laughter. This had to be a joke. There really was no other explanation for it, he had to be joking.

“Good one! You really had me there for a second,” you continued laughing until you looked at Kun and realized he didn’t find it funny at all.

Your laughter died down when you assessed the situation and Kun coughed awkwardly.

“Are…are you serious? A Prince?” you asked in disbelief, all the colour draining from your face. “Is this a joke?”

Kun shook his head, “I’m the Crown Prince of Fiorian, Chenle and I are the only two heirs to the Kingdom. Fiorian has been doing well in recent times but in order to keep our country thriving the way it is, I had to ensure that our connections with foreign allies remained strong, which is why I was always disappearing on our dates.”

You sat there, slack-jawed, trying to process all of this new information. You listened attentively as he spoke about having to maintain political ties with other countries and why he couldn’t tell you, for your safety and his, everything slowly fell into place.

“Kun,” you stopped him mid-explanation, “I understand why you didn’t want to tell me but didn’t you think you could trust me?” you asked a bit hurt.

He shook his head, “That’s not it, I had no idea how to tell you either, and I was always being followed around by Junhui, who’s my personal bodyguard by the way, I didn’t want him to go back and tell my parents that I told you and then give them a reason to make me come back home and end things with you.”

“But it ended anyway,” you muttered looking down at your shoes.

Kun nodded, “It did, and that was my fault again, for being a coward.”

You looked over at him and saw the pain on his face and you wondered how you could ever stay mad at him, he was so gentle and loving it was almost impossible. You reached for his hand and held it.

He looked down at your hands and intertwined your fingers, “I wanted to tell you right then and there but I had to leave the very next day to come back home for a short period of time, then by the time I got back, my sources told me that you were doing fine without me and I didn’t want to come back into your life and ruin that.”

“You could never ruin my life Kun, you’re too sweet for that,” you smiled at him. “I do wish you would have said something though, I’ve been beating myself up all this time wondering if I really meant nothing to you.”

“Don’t ever say that, you mean the world to me,” Kun’s grip on your hand tightened, “You’re the only person I’ve ever felt this connected to, you’re the only one for me and I knew that from the day I met you. Which is why I couldn’t resist and jumped at the opportunity to get you here when my parents asked if I knew anyone for the job.”

Your eyes met his and you knew he was telling you the truth, there was nothing but pure honesty and love in his eyes. You leaned forward at the same time he did, and you knew it was right the moment your lips touched his. The kiss was like magic, your heart felt at peace again.

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After the completion of all the plans for Chenle’s new wing in the palace, you were to head back home, but Kun’s parents insisted that you stay for their annual summer ball. They were holding it early just so you could attend, so how could you refuse?

This time you had a selection of dresses sent to your room for you to choose from, along with a personal stylist, hairdresser and makeup artist. A princess for a day you thought bemusedly.

All five of the dresses were stunning but one stood out amongst the rest. The blue was the colour of the Fiorian sky and you knew it was the one the moment your eyes fell on it. The fit was perfect, and you couldn’t be happier as you twirled around in it in front of the mirror.

Kun was waiting for you at the bottom of the grand staircase, and the butterflies rose in your stomach with a fury again. Suddenly, all the noise and other people were blurred out and all you could see was him. The way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered, it was quite possibly the most amazing feeling you ever had. He pressed a kiss to the top of your hand when you came to a stop beside him and offered you his arm.

“You are a vision,” he whispered to you, making your face heat up. You were reminded again that out of the many things Kun was good at, making you blush was at the top of that list.

This was the second ball you were attending, and if you thought the first one was fancy, this was at least ten times more. The palace’s ballroom was decorated with several giant crystal chandeliers, the long dining tables that held at least a hundred people each were adorned with goldware and massive rare orchid centrepieces, and there was not one but four ice sculptures.

“Is all of this necessary?” you whispered to Kun who just laughed.

“Probably not but my mom likes to go all out, we don’t have the heart to tell her no,” he replied.

You both mingled for the next hour or so, and despite being tired, you were having quite a good time. Kun introduced you to a handful of his friends, and fellow royals, and it made you happy to finally see this side of him where he didn’t have to carry the secret around. He was much more open and confident here and you wanted him to stay like this, even if it meant you wouldn’t have him anymore, it’s not like an ordinary girl could be with a Prince anyway.

Who would have thought a blind date would cause all of this?

“May I have this dance?” Kun asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Of course,” you answered, taking his hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor.

As you glided across the ballroom under the glittering lights of the chandeliers, you looked up at Kun and tried to soak it all in for the last time. The feeling of being in his arms was like flying, exhilarating and free, untouchable, you wanted to savour it.

Kun noticed your look and frowned slightly, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing important, just how much I’m going to miss this,” you smiled a little sadly.

“Miss what?” he asked, brushing a stray bang out of your face.

“You.”

A look of understanding came over his features and he nodded, “You don’t have to miss me…you can stay,” he said biting his lip.

“What?” you asked, astounded, did he even know what he was saying? “Kun, I’m not a part of your world, this will never work, I’m not delusional.”

He put a finger on your lips, effectively shutting you up, “I was going to save this for later but since you brought it up, I’m asking you to stay, I don’t want anyone else, I’ve spoken to my parents and after getting to know you over these two weeks, they agree as well.”

“But but my job, my life, I can’t just drop everything and move here,” you told him, a million thoughts racing through your anxiety-ridden brain already.

“Shh, just stay for a while and give it a chance, I’m not asking you to give everything up, you’re on summer break now, can’t you just stay a little longer?” he gave you those sad puppy eyes and you were a goner.

“I suppose… we can take it from here and see where it goes,” you grinned at him.

Kun gave you perhaps the most dazzling smile you’d ever seen on his face, and bathed under the iridescent sparkling lights, it was an image of him that you would have etched into your memory forever.

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